Eden Books My MMA Brother’s Victory Sex : Brother Fuckers 21

Battered and bruised, but victorious.  My brother Mason descends out of the octagon after a tough battle to the sounds of a roaring crowd and I guide him backstage, away from the media and the raucous public for some post-fight after-care.

I tend to his wounds and offer him a different kind of treatment.  Soon we’re doing things brothers and sisters definitely shouldn’t.  Read how I go blow-for-blow with him, if you know what I mean?

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“Let me take care of you,” I hushed, and now my hand moved down to the waist of his tight shorts.  I rubbed over the slippery material, smoothing across his packet and feeling the bundle of flesh beneath.

“That’s it,” he said with a sigh, and I knew then that it truly was something he wanted.  Shit, it was something I wanted too.

“This is the full-body treatment,” I laughed, rubbing over him still.

“My favorite,” he groaned.

I marveled as the packet started to unravel below and soon I could make out the shaft of his cock as it grew inside his pants.  It stretched out from the middle of his crotch and my hand followed it, pressing against it and feeling his stiffness against my fingertips.

“That’s good, sis,” he said.

“It’s so big,” I whispered.

You’d never guess when he was in the ring in his tight shorts, but Mason was certainly packing.  So much so, in fact, that his shorts couldn’t even contain him.

“Getting crowded in there?” I asked, watching as the tip of his cock pushed up against the elasticized waistband.

He pushed his ass into the seat and furrowed his brow.  “Take them down,” he said.

I looked to his face to see if he was serious but Mason’s eyes were closed softly as he waited.  I was certain he meant it.

I pulled down the shorts and watched as the top of his cock poked out over the top of them.  I let out a soft gasp, looking again to his face as if to connect the two.  It was my brother’s cock alright, and it looked deliciously forbidden.

The taut strap of skin pulled down from the crown on the underside of his cock.  One of the first things I noticed was that he wasn’t circumcised, and for some reason I found that more of a treat.

“Uncut?” I said aloud, although I didn’t mean to.

His eyes opened and he looked down.  “That a problem?”

“No,” I said, grabbing him quickly to show him that it wasn’t.  “No, I’ve just never encountered one before.”

He lifted his ass up off the table as I pulled his shorts down further.  “Well, encounter away,” he said.

I could feel the fierce beats of blood rush into his cock as it continued to grow in my grasp.  I moved the hood up and over him, still marveling at his flesh as it covered him like sleeping-bag.

“Fuck that looks hot,” I hissed, sucking a breath through my clenched teeth.

Something about the response of his foreskin as my hand moved over him was intoxicating.  To have control over him like that felt amazing, especially given how strong and commanding my brother was ordinarily.  He’d just absolutely bossed the octagon and yet here I was, half his size and bossing his cock.

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